I have to confess. I live a double life. Sunday marks the beginning of football season. It also marks the beginning of what is always a difficult balance for me…
Sunday @1:00pm – WHODEY!
The boys in black and orange are back! I will bring out the TJ jersey, the black and orange striped knee-socks, the coozie I wear around my neck, my WhoDey beads, and all the rest. I will pace back and forth in the living room, shout at the TV every time they run the ball, and place way too much of my day’s happiness on a team that has yet to actually make me happy. Maybe this is our year?
Back upstairs for a quick-change, and possibly a nap.
Sunday @8:15pm – GO HORSE!
I met Casey in November of 2005, right before the Colts lost to the Steelers in the playoffs (and right after the Steelers assaulted Carson Palmer). Football season didn’t really affect the early days of our relationship (although his reaction to that loss was pretty frightening). Still together for kickoff 2006, Sundays were no longer 3-hour games, but entire days of endless football, so that we could both watch our games. I can’t lie, it was pretty easy to get used to watching a team that won every game, and eventually won the Super Bowl. By the end of the season, I found I had racked up quite a collection of Colts ticket stubs, jerseys, and player knowledge.
Two years later, we are both still die-hard. And as football season kicks off on Sunday (no one cared about last night’s game), I will be saying goodbye to any sort of Sunday accomplishments and hello to chicken wings (Hooters, please). We will take up residency at the Oak Tavern, where Casey knows the bartender and is assured that the Colts will be on at least one of four flat screens. And for the next five months I will delicately balance my love for the boys of the Jungle and the boys in Blue.
Who wants it more?


















